Paroles de Best

The mind's conceit has conquered all the real beautyGrinning from a mask of hollowed boneWhere a human is somewhere to be foundBut where i don't knowAnd things couldn't be betterFrom behind the halls we cannot passHear the muffled traces of a boyish laughHear the monster screaming "what have i become?"Before his looking-glassAnd things couldn't be betterThis is one fine lifeThis is one fine wineThis is one fine wifeThis is one fine lieAnd things couldn't be betterThey are the best